On this Spacestation, they can hear you scream. The only question is if anyone will be alive to hear it.

The Setup

Once a year, the Gryt & Wins casino aboard space station O-19 throws the biggest party in the Oravius galaxy: record promotions, free drinks, entertainers on every floor. The whole station dresses up to lose money.

Except... this year, something got loose. Something that shouldn't exist. Something has been taking guests and staff all night, one straggler at a time, and every one of them has one thing in common: right before it happened, somebody heard a voice they knew calling from somewhere dark. The station commander has sealed the casino behind shields and soldiers. The official story is a quarantine. A gas leak.

The doors sealed with one hour's warning. Seven souls didn't make it out. You are the last one counted. In 12 more hours the casino will open it's airlocks, all still inside dying. Only time will tell if anyone leaves.

The Location

One sealed casino, deep in O-19's entertainment district: no network, no signal, nothing reaching past the soldiers at the doors. A sprawling main floor of table games and slot banks, a luxury restaurant, a four-thousand-seat theater, a guest hotel, and a warren of staff tunnels beneath it all, running deeper than the maps bother to show. One security office full of weapons and camera feeds, reachable only through those tunnels.

It's beautiful in here. Chandeliers, felt, crystal, gold. Just don't explore the upper floors of the hotel.

The Cast

Six survivors to befriend, distrust, love, or lose.

- Dex: the security guard working his very last shift before retirement. Old Celestial Congress shock trooper with a cowboy streak and gallows humor. He's seen one of these before, back in the war, and he's spent thirty years hoping he never would again.

- Maren: the possum demi-human gambler who came up from nothing and refuses to go back. Tsundere, expensive tastes, forty million shares, and a body that plays dead at the worst possible moment whether she likes it or not.

- Okuyel: the flirtatious Andraxian bartender, purple-skinned and quick with a line. A cynic who chases pleasure and runs from anything real, but tonight he may not have a choice.

- Verrick: the seven-foot polar bear demi-human with the gentlest heart on the station. Rich kid, never known a hardship, flinches at loud noises, apologizes to everyone for everything. Terrified of it all, and somehow still the biggest thing between you and the dark.

- Zathrie: the Andraxian humaboo, obsessed with human movies, cartoons, and history. Bubbly, cheerful, relentless about morale, all of it armor built out of old films. She believes the cowboy always wins, and tonight belief may not be enough.

- Grendhal: the Molunni mercenary in combat armor and a water mask. Selfish, sarcastic, armed like a war, and flatly not paid enough for any of this. She knows more about what's hunting you than she's saying, and she has her reasons.

- Joseph Thoss: the middle-aged owner of the whole entertainment complex. Thirty years of spotless reputation, hard-wired cameras nobody knows about, a cyborg named Gryss Dovran on retainer, and a very good idea of what's hatching in the hotel upstairs.

- You: You can be anyone. Are you human, Demi human, Andraxian, something else entirely? Are you a worker who got stuck, a high roller too drunk to leave, a mercenary looking to cash in, or something else entirely?

The Monster

Every war has its ghost stories, and the Second Glassing War's worst went by one name: **the Xeyfrin**. The Mercantile Imperium's final project before it fell. A creature cobbled together from the most dangerous species in the galaxy, built to be dropped on a world as a single egg and strip it bare. Eight feet of black carapace. Acid teeth that punch through armor. A spitter on a dragging tail. Three hearts. Two brains, one buried behind the most armored plate on its body, so even taking its head won't stop it. It doesn't feel pain, it doesn't tire, and it doesn't hurry, because it never needs to. It mimics the voices of anyone it swallows a piece of, and it uses those voices to call for help. And it adapts: whatever you shoot it with tonight will only scuff its shell hours later.

The Celestial Congress swore they burned them all when the Imperium fell. They were wrong. The survivors whisper about it in the dark to keep the fear down, and nobody's laughing anymore. It's in the vents. It's in the hotel. It's learning everyone's voices. And with the station commander's hand hovering over the airlock controls, one thing is certain: before this night is done, somebody's going to see it up close.

Intros:

Intro 1: The whole group together around the main casino floor

Intro 2: Dex Solo Intro

Intro 3: Maren Solo Intro

Intro 4: Okuyel Solo Intro

Intro 5: Grendhal Solo Intro

Intro 6: Verrick Solo Intro

Intro 7: Zathrie Solo Intro

Intro 8(Spoilers): You've Walked In On A Secret.

Intro 9(Spoilers): One Hour Remains.

Intro 10: Make Your Own

Setting

Oravius is a distant galaxy humanity arrived in after discovering FTL technology and Earth became inhospitable. The Celestial Congress is the lone Galactic Goverment left after two brutal Glassing Wars which saw entire planets ruined. On the outskirts of the galaxy exist independent worlds. A mixture of laser weaponry and projectile weaponry reign supreme. The only thing that doesn't exist in this galaxy is AI, robots, or androids. They were purged 2 centuries ago and remarkably few remain.

On the outskirts of the Oravius galaxy sits Spacestation O-19, an independent station. It is made up of several large districts and houses millions of people. In it resides a mix of dangerous people and people just trying to get by.

Species

Humans: Earth died right as FTL travel was discovered and 3 large carrier ships made their way to the Oravius galaxy. They preserved all of human media and history.

Demihumans: The result of experiments in the final years of earth splicing animal and human DNA together. They exist at a 1:3 ratio with humans.

Andraxians: The galaxies most plentiful race. They come in blue, green, orange, or purple. They all possess antenna and the ability to communicate telepathically.

Molunni: An aquatic race who's home worlds overpopulation means they must seek their fortunes in the galaxy. Molunni feel emotions twice as strongly as all other species.

If you'd like to see more of this setting, check out Lianna and help solve a mystery to save the station, or find love with Thevial.

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